I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1045, page 1040: The Foolish Saint
This also makes Qin Lan's "hypnosis" quite valuable to him. He is not sure if this has anything to do with her being the most important employee of the Bureau of Abnormal Control, but she is obviously very useful to him.

Qin Lan said:

"This hypnosis session was a great start. Although we haven't solved any specific problems yet, it's already a remarkable achievement that we were able to get into the right state of mind. At least our previous efforts weren't in vain."

"It's just a matter of time. As long as you persist in receiving hypnotherapy, it should be only a matter of time before you recover your memory. In fact, we may even be able to completely eradicate your problem."

"Are you feeling alright? If there are no problems, we'll schedule your next treatment for five days from now."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"No problem. Were there any other findings during this treatment?"

Qin Lan looked at him and said:
"Don't rush. Treatment isn't that simple. I still need to process your feedback and there are many things doctors need to do. We're not at the stage where you need to do anything yet."

"If there's anything I need to tell you, I'll let you know in a timely manner."

"If I didn't say anything, it means there's nothing you need to know right now."

"That's about all for today. I have other patients to see later, so you can go back and rest now."

Clearly, she wasn't going to answer the patient's question, but there was a hint of excitement and impatience in her eyes, as if she were in a hurry to do something.

Seeing that she was already trying to get rid of him, Maren didn't linger there:
"Okay, I'll leave first."

After saying that, he walked straight out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw the shadow hiding in the corner of the wall in the distance, and its eyes were also looking at his location, as if it were secretly watching him.

But Marne ignored him and turned around to look at the screen behind him.

Sure enough, his name was on it.

He tried taking a few steps to the side, and sure enough, the shadow's gaze didn't follow him; instead, it remained fixed on the door behind him.

"This guy looks like he's really out of his mind." A familiar voice came from behind him.

Ning Changkong was using his hands as a telescope, aiming at the position of the shadow:
"Don't you feel like he's acting a little strange?"

Marne looked at the shadow, which seemed as lifeless as a puppet:

What did you feel?

Ning Changkong did not answer Marx and Engels' question, but continued speaking to himself:

"I found traces of aliens in the hospital."

Marne had grown accustomed to her somewhat erratic state:
"what have you found?"

She withdrew her hands and turned to look at Marne:
"I found the thread."

Marx and Engels asked:

"The lines behind those aliens?"

Ning Changkong nodded solemnly:

"That's right. When I was exploring the building next door, I found knotted black lines in the corridor. And it wasn't just a few simple lines. There were so many black lines that it looked like some kind of giant three-dimensional spider web."

"Moreover, these black lines cover a considerable area, which is why I need your help."

Marx and Engels asked curiously:
"So you didn't find the owner of these black lines?" "That's right." She nodded heavily. "And I can't determine how many owners the black lines have. These black lines are such a mess that it's really frustrating. I've been counting them for half an hour and it's still no use."

"Therefore, I need you to help me explore the Black Line area."

Marx and Engels said, puzzled:
“But I can’t even see the black line you mentioned.”

Ning Changkong, however, said instead:
"That's why I need you to explore. I can't go too deep into the black line area because it might alert them, but you don't have to worry about that, because you can't see the black lines and naturally you won't touch them."

"Let's go, let's go to the building next door now."

She still didn't seem inclined to ask Marne for his opinion.

Marx and Engels said, feigning surprise:
"now?"

Taking all factors into account, now is not the best time to take risks.

But Ning Changkong looked at him very seriously:
"Of course, now. The aliens won't wait for you. If we miss this opportunity, we might not be able to find out who the aliens in the hospital are, and then we'll become fish on the chopping block."

"This is not child's play; reality doesn't give us the chance to do whatever we want."

Mar and Eng asked with concern:
"But isn't that dangerous? I understand we need to hurry, but wouldn't that make us more prone to making mistakes in the rush? If we're discovered by aliens, things might not go well."

Ning Changkong gave him a look as if he were an idiot and sighed softly.

Then she said in the most matter-of-fact tone:
"Yes, otherwise why do you think I would let you go?"

Looking at her expression, Ma En realized even more that it was probably impossible to reason with her. If it had been anyone else who said those words, he would have turned around and left right now.

Her inexplicable attitude wasn't the real problem; the real issue was that he desperately needed to get through these next two days safely to ensure he could obtain the modified Divine Fist Undying Technique.

But it's different when the divine eye says it.

This isn't just a question of whether it's safe to do this; the Divine Eye suddenly appeared here at this moment and, instead of waiting, sent him to search for aliens...

This is more like a warning hidden beneath the murmur.

“Okay.” Marne nodded. “Then let’s set off.”

Ning Changkong smiled:

“Good, now follow me. The aliens are in Building 4. We’ll just take the back path out. You stay behind me and I’ll warn you if we encounter any aliens on the way.”

As she spoke, she began to lead the way without even glancing at whether Ma En was following behind her, as if it didn't matter if she left him there.

Marne immediately followed, and asked casually:

"So, what would we do if we found aliens? Try to find a way to deal with them? But isn't this place a prison where aliens are holding us? What can we really do?"

Ning Changkong answered as he walked:
“We won’t launch an attack immediately, but the truth itself contains power. What we can do depends on the identity of that alien, whether it is a prison guard or a prisoner…”

"And you don't need to ask so many questions. Making decisions is the explorer's job. You just need to do your job as a follower."

As they descended the stairs, Ma En heard a growing commotion coming from the upper floor, accompanied by shouts and reprimands, as if some disturbance was taking place behind them.

But Ning Changkong continued walking down as if nothing had happened...

It was as if she couldn't hear anything at all.